I was eighteen now, am six foot tall with double d breasts with a chiseled body as if made from the gods. I have wide hips creating a perfect hourglass figure. I am very proud of it. My Thick muscle toned thighs and perfect legs. My feet would make a foot fetish person literally build a shrine to worship them. I was beautiful and what many would call a narcissist almost on how proud of it I was. But none of that matter as I heard gunfire in the background as I heard the screams of my fellow geniuses who only wanted to create. I heard it all. I sat at my desk with a simple three fifty-seven magnum with six rounds. I was doomed as American soldiers slaughtered the students furthering humanity just because they didn't want to live in fear of them. It looked like they were capturing as many as possible as the TV screens showed me video surveillance. As they were in the compound, killing the soldiers defending us, and capturing who they could, killing who they couldn't. The soldiers were pissed at their casualties we inflicted without new defense towers. I had one last surprise as they neared me.
Futanari System
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